Ramadan and random acts of dates

I was on my way home, having turned onto that dreaded narrow road where the bole of the massive tree curves into the roadway. I am ever certain that there is insufficient space for two vehicles to traverse alongside each other. And I am ever wrong.

So there I stood at a standstill, wondering why the driver who approached from the opposite end did not wait for me to clear the tree before beginning his approach. He approached, veered towards the treeside, and flagged me. For an instant I wondered whether he meant for me to go left, because I thought that that was impossible to do safely. Then I glimpsed the topi and as he drew alongside, I rolled (powered?) down my window.

“Salaams, this is for you.”

Tears sprung to my eyes as I said jazakallah and accepted the container of dates.